A Very Thoughtful Friend

T, my 4 year old son, woke up this morning , got himself out of bed and came to my room to wake me up. The first thing he said to me was " Do you see my tears? I am sad because I miss K." K is a boy that was in T's preschool class, who had to suddenly move out of state mid-year. I asked T if he wanted to cuddle with me under the covers, and he did. I offered my sympathy to him and suggested calling K or writing him. T really liked this idea and as soon as I get K's new number we will call him.

I didn't really think it would bother T so much K leaving. They had only had a couple of play dates and only spent half a year together at school. That amount of time to a preschooler is apparently enough time to become BFF's. When K's mom let everyone know they were moving, the class started making plans to meet up with K for a field trip; He is only moving an hour and a half away. I was indifferent to the whole thing. I don't have much in common with K's mother and I figured T had other friends to play with. I know, I am a cold bitch sometimes, but I am not the mother who feels like she has to be friends with every other mom. I figured they were moving and we, unfortunate as it was, wouldn't see them again.

Well, now I know it means more to T than I thought. So I will go on the field trip for T's sake. Because I might be a bitch,but I am not without feeling!

T is really such a nice and caring boy( get out the violins) (or wine), he mostly takes after his father. If I get mad at him and yell or send him to a time out, he will cry and say things like "You really hurt my feewings mama" And this does break my heart so I don't do a lot of yelling or punishing of him. He also behaves pretty well unless tired or ill so I don't need to do a lot of punishing. The same can be said of my husband.

I received a wonderful glowing report on T at my first parent teacher conference this year. This is a copy of his first report card in his second year of preschool...

T is a bleeding heart liberal, always ready and willing to help out the underdog. For example: Just the other day he accidentally overheard me badmouthing his friend P. I was saying to my hus "Boy, P was a real pain in the ass today; He didn't listen to a word I said!" T was right there, behind me, and he said " He is NOT, HE is a GOOD Boy!" He also frequently comes to the defense of his sister when we pick on her. The same sister who goal in life is to torture him.

By no means is T an angel all the time, but I do so much complaining about my kids (like right now I could tell you that he is standing here, right next to me, asking over and over when it will be his turn on the computer, and I find this quite fucking annoying!) I thought I should do some praising

Finally, My Turn!

40 is NOT the New 20

At 20...

I could drink a can of Slimfast and lose 5 pounds.

At nearly 40...

I could live on water alone for a week and gain 5 pounds.

At 20...

Men would stare at me at the supermarket and I would think they were admiring my beauty and thinking about how to get me into bed.

At nearly 40...

When men stare at me at the supermarket I think my hair must be sticking up, or I have something in my teeth,or a booger on my nose, then I look down to make sure I remembered to put pants on that morning.

At 20...

I took laxatives because I wanted to.

At nearly 40...

I take laxatives because I have to.

At 20...

I colored my hair to be fun and try something new.

At nearly 40...

I color my hair because I have to.

At 20...

I wore a bikini because I looked good.

At nearly 40...

I wear a tankini because it is much easier to go to the bathroom in one.

At 20...

I could dance and party in high heels until 2AM and wake up in the morning feeling great.

At nearly 40...

I could lie on the couch reading until 2AM and wake up in the morning feeling like I partied all night in high heels.

At 20...

I was asked once if I was a ballerina.

At nearly 40...

I was recently asked if I was pregnant.

At 20...

I could wear high heels all day and all night if I chose to.

At nearly 40...

I have to put orthopedic inserts in my shoes so my heels won't hurt all day.

Honestly I would never want to go back to being 20, but I wouldn't mind having my 20 year old body again.

I Really Don't Like Verizon

I have once again been without telephone service, which is why you may or may not have noticed that I haven’t been around to visit. (crying now)Since November my phone has gone out at least once a week, each time seeming to fix itself within 24 hours. For the past week the phone hasn't worked for a continuous 24 hours. I would have a connection for an hour or so in the AM then none for the remainder of the day. Since Monday morning I have had no phone at all. Verizon first told me they would be here by 6PM that day. They Didn't show up. Then I was told my phone would definitely be repaired by 11PM yesterday. They didn’t show up. I called this morning to complain again and I was told the line was repaired and the case was marked “completed” WTF! I was then told no one could come until tomorrow! UGH! Can you tell I was extremely upset by now. I asked to speak with a supervisor and finally did. After I informed her what had happened, and asked if it was OK that the tech marked my phone as fixed, when in fact it was not! She informed me that a tech would come by 5PM tonight(Wednesday). So I sit here for the second time this week drafting a blog in Word. The other to be published another time.
I have to say that this whole thing has been very upsetting to me on many levels. First, it is horrible how Verizon apparently treats its customers. Making them wait and wait and wait, and then not showing up, saying that they repaired a phone, when in fact they did not. Causing me to call over and over and over and each time having to go through the ten minute automated robot answering service first, which never understands what the hell you are telling it, only to end up with a different live agent who you have to explain your problem to AGAIN!
The other part that I found disturbing has nothing to do with Verizon, but to do with me and how much I rely on the Internet in my daily life. And by that I mean mostly of course blogging, not to mention news, weather, music etc. But especially blogging and email. It has been only 2 ½ days (so far) and I miss you guys. I feel like my brain function is on hold while I wait for the Verizon people to fix my phone. I miss reading about your lives, your kids, your work, your WHATEVER! I miss you! And I also especially miss what you give back to me MY SANITY! It may seem sad to say but some days the fact that people visit my blog and especially those who come back, makes my entire day brighter! It makes me feel so good that even one person out there might be interested in what I have to say. I haven’t found it easy to meet “real life” friends around here and having blogging friends makes me feel connected to the world and a whole lot less lonely. I feel lonely today, I know it’s silly, but I do. I should look at the bright side; I know my hus is; I finished painting the living room, dusted the house, caught up on laundry, finished another book and spent some time drowning my sorrows with cheap wine last night. Heh heh!
So I guess it is time to get a laptop. At least then if my phone is not working I can drive to town and steal someone’s wireless service! Can you say “that sounds like a great 40Th birthday present “ for me!? My birthday isn't until February, but I must start working on the hus with my womanly wiles to encourage him to also believe it really would be a good present. I will let you know.
I hope I can post this tonight, otherwise I might just have to post a smaller one from work tomorrow evening.
Thanks for all of your support.

Yeah, I took a nap and when I woke up, DIAL TONE!